A round arrow that points north with white man words on one side. It sounded utterly ridiculous. If she wanted to find north all she had to do was look around her rather than at a metal rock in her hands. But the white man had always been so very odd in their ways. It wasn't his place to comment on it, especially not to a white woman with whom he hoped to trade. His sister's health depended on it, and Attacking Hawk had no intention of failing.

So he tried to think of anything that remotely looked or sounded like what she was signing and saying to him, and in the end he had to give up. Half of the reason, he suspected, was because he didn't truly understand what she was trying to describe. He couldn't even envision what she was trying to describe.

"Not know." He shook his head, hair falling over his shoulder with the movement. "Not understand. Roaring Thunder Bird knows. I ask. Yes?"

Was that acceptable trade for her? Would she accept that for the medicine, or would she keep the medicine until Attacking Hawk came with the desired item or Roaring Thunder Bird who would understand her better? He was certainly hoping for the former but, knowing whites, the latter was more likely.